After participating in the relationship, Dingliu and I have been sprinkling sugar

Chapter 389
Sudden.

There was a knock on the door.

"Are they back?"

Sang Tang put down his chopsticks and asked Ye Xing'er beside him.

"It should be!" Ye Xing'er was still eating.

Sang Tang stood up and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Xing's breezy face met his eyes, with a bit of concern on his face.

She reacted and slammed the door shut.

Then Cheng Xing's gentle voice came in through the door.

"Sang Tang, is something wrong?"

Sang Tang leaned against the door, Cheng Xing's words seemed to be whispering in her ear.

Cheng Xing must not let Cheng Xing know about them eating self-heating hot pot.

and so……

"We're fine, we just want to go back to the toilet, and then go back to training later."

Cheng Xing looked at her, his eyes looking inside curiously.

Sang Tang tried her best to block his sight with her feet.

"Girls' rooms are not something you can look at casually!"

Cheng Xing also realized his ungentlemanly behavior and looked away.

There was an unnatural blush on his face.

"It's good that you are all right, if you have anything, you can come to me."

After saying this, he ran away.

As Cheng Xing walked, he recalled the scene just now.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

He always felt that there was a spicy smell on them, and he couldn't be more familiar with that smell.

When he was just a little amateur, he often stocked up a box.

Because at that time he had no money.

I ate self-heating hot pot almost every day, and because of this reason, my stomach became bad.

After thinking about it, he smiled silently.

It turned out to be a little fox that ate it secretly!
After watching Cheng Xing leave.

The two of them started eating again.

Halfway through the meal, she became thirsty, so Sang Tang walked to the end of the corridor where the light fruit milk was placed.

Pick up the top box of light fruit milk and move it to the bedroom.

The security guard in the monitoring room saw it and reported the situation on the walkie-talkie.

"Director, a little fairy-like girl moved away a box of light fruit milk."

With a Sichuan flavor.

The director is a pure northerner, and the words slipped past his ears like light smoke, and he didn't understand a word.

"Huh? What did you say?"

The security guard tried his best to speak Mandarin in a straight-forward manner.

"Just now, a trainee who looks like a fairy brought back a box of light fruit milk."

So he rushed over with the photographer brother non-stop.

Just happened to take a picture of the scene where Sang Tang moved the light fruit milk into the room.

Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly noticed the smell of hot pot filling the corridor.

"Did you smell anything?" The director sniffed and asked the cameraman next to him.

"It seems to be the smell of self-heating hot pot." The photographer said.

The director locked his eyes on Sang Tang's dormitory.

He walked to the door, leaned closer to the crack, and sniffed.

Sure enough, it came from inside.

"Dong dong dong." He knocked on the door a few times.

Sang Tang had just finished drinking a bottle of light fruit milk, and was picking up chopsticks to eat self-heating hot pot.

The sudden knock on the door set her on fire.

The eyes of the coquettish fox were burning with flames, which turned from small flames into balls of anger.

open the door.

"You are back! I can..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

As if he had seen a ghost, he stared at the director at the door with wide eyes.

It was only when he saw the cannon facing him next to him that he remembered the matter of expression management.

He brushed the hair that was drooping in front of his eyes behind his ears, and with that fake smile that could no longer be fake, he stared at the director with hatred, gritted his teeth and said, "Director, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)